/Emily’s POV/
The moment I found my way out of the car as Eleanor commanded, I already took my two daggers with me, the wreck left me with some injuries but I was able to keep it under control, I tied my black coat to my waist while I ripped off the arm of my sleeves to bind my would to stop me from bleeding out. The pain was nothing new, in fact, I’d had worse pain in the past.
The guy who was carrying a keg I assumed had gasoline in it by the way paused on seeing me get out of the car with two daggers in hand. Of course, he wasn’t so familiar with me but he must have been given news of Eleanor’s bodyguard he dropped the keg and try reaching for his gun but I throw my dagger at him before he could complete the action, making him yelp out in pain. So, he ended up dropping his gun I ran t
